Oh god, I bit my tongue. I'd flirt if I opened my mouth. I was a terrible flirt, in more way than one. I sucked at it, and I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I knew Bella knew this too. I screamed obsenities in my head.
I chuckled to myself, watching Alice's expression.
Barely five minutes with a guy, and she was already head over heels.
"You'll have to excuse us," I said, grabbing Alice's arm and dragging her around behind the building. "What are you doing?!" I snapped, shaking her by her shoulders.
"Erm..." Alice stammered. I sighed and smacked my head with my palm.
I am going to join this storybook... since i am personally friends with both Bella and Alice. i am actually called God by them (and our entire group) so i feel i should be in this story. (notice how expertly i gloat that i actually know them.) anyhows... this will be a real representation of me.
Name: Travis "God" Marshall
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'8" 140 pounds... brown hair and hazel-green eyes. glasses. wheres a black leather trenchcoat and gloves...
Personality: would say random but that would be too Cliche. but at times i am calm and contemplative, others i am wildly singing and dancing thorough the halls of HHS. i am known as God. for a reason too.
Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive
God walks down the street, going wherever it is that God goes... and he walks by the Ice cream place... (Coneys & Swirls, unless im much mistaken? thats the closest ice cream place in town.) and notices a stranger... of course, no one is stranger than god,
but... anyways... back to the story. he does not know... therefor does not care... no need for confrontation at this point... (these are god thoughts... ) he walks right by the corner where Alice and Bella(should i tell you their real names? i think not.) sit in hushed conversation...
at fist he does not notice them, or at least... he does not register their existence for a minute, untill he is several feet past the place... then he backtracks... literally... he walks backwards to the place where they are, and waits for them to notice him... he overhears a bit of the conversation...
"What do you mean?"
"You're about to flirt with him aren't you?"
"...yeah."
at this point he cannot contain himslef.. he slides along the wall over to them, at which point they DO notice him. and asks
"Flirt with who? "
yes. God is nosy.
Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive
I nearly jumpped out of my skin, "Geezes God!" Oh dear, headache re-double. I leaned back against the building. "This kinda sucks." I murmered.
Bella thwacked my arm, "that's what you get for skipping breakfast and lunch!"
"Whoa wait, what am I missing here?"
"Nothing," I said, "I just don't feel good," and then I turned back to Bella, "I didn't say I didn't deserve it, even God," she pointed to Travis who still looked confused, "knows I deserve it. I just said it sucks."
I went out and sat down across from Minion. "What was that about?" he asked. I gave him the glare, he understood. The one thing about Minion you could always count on, was that he understood the girl glares.
"Do you do drugs?" Ronan asked me immediatly.
"Do I what?" I asked in shock.
"You looked dazed when I dragged you across the street, were you high?"
I kept my eyes open wide and looked at him in disgust, "no, I just hadn't eaten anything for twelve hours."
"It was a joke, dear," I assured her, patting her head lightly.
"Oh," Alice said, her gaze falling to the ground.
"Hey, don't look away!" I said, placing a hand under her chin to make her look up at me. She gave me a questioning look, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If you look away, I can't see your beautiful eyes." I murmured before standing straight and leaning against the pole next to the table.
Oh god, he did NOT he didn't he didn't he didn't. Of all the spots to hit, of all the buttons to push, he pushed the right one. The only thing that would make me melt like I was my eyes. The only thing I had a smidgen of confidence about, I had good eyes.
"You look shocked."
"It's just...I don't get many compliments." Usually I said I hardly ever got any, but the number has been incresing lately.
I chuckled, hesitantly putting an arm around her in a friendly hug type thing.
"I find that rather hard to believe," I commented. She was blushing -- it was adorable. It kind of made me want to kiss her cheek...but that would've been a little much.
"Alice, my mom's gonna be at the library soon!" Bella called, coming back around to where we sat.
"Oh...shit..." Alice said, obviously unwilling to move. "You wanna come?" she looked at me.
"Sure," I shrugged, standing up with her. I moved my arm from around her, unsure of how she felt about it. I figured, if she liked it, she'd figure out how to get it back around her. (she seemed like the type who would grab my arm, through it around her shoulders, and smile at me).
His arm left my shoulder, inside I was pouting outside, I pretended nothing was different.
"Minion," I said, "we're walking home it's too nice out to waste it." Although I said the words I kinda wanted a ride, I was still a little woosy.
We ended up getting a ride home, Ronan had to go and I didn't feel like being alone at this point. At least with people around I wouldn't have the urge to scream in frustration.
I paced in front of my algebra classroom, Les Miserables in my hands and Iris on my Mp3 player.
Five more minutes....
five more minutes, and we could leave. If our teacher was 10 minutes late, we didn't have to go to class. A splendid rule, granted I had no where to go.
Ronan--
I walked down the hallway, spotting a crowd of about 22 kids. They were completely silent, as if hoping to remain unnoticed.
"Bella?" I said, noticing the girl from the day before.
"Hey Ronan," she said, smiling at me.
"What's going on?"
"Teachers late."
"Awesome," I said. "Is this the Alg 1 class?"
"No, that's right there," she pointed to the classroom nextdoor. "Alice is in there," she added. I hid my excitement, walking into the classroom.
meanwhile, God is sitting in First Hour Choir Class...all the way across the school... yeah, it explains itself. and is really getting sick of Unchained Melody but thats life for you.
Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive
A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it. — Roald Dahl
